SWEET OR SOUR??

Which is it?  Mr. PRESTO decided to go from sour to sweet this morning. I pondered why? and how? I have been giving him a good little rinse between his morning coffee making. But he has been a little on the sour side. Not exactly sweet. I like my coffee with no kind of sweetener, but a little cream. But for some reason Presto was perfect this morning. I guess lack of usefulness was his problem. All put back on the shelf with no purpose for living. All of a sudden, he was called to duty. Lesson here: Is that why some turn sour over the years. Nothing to do, no purpose? I think that is why our Activity Dept. is so busy and helpful. Always thinking up something to give us purpose and keep us sweet and not sour. Nobody likes a sourpuss!!I try to keep busy. Not as much as I was at first. Time marches on and I can't keep up the pace anymore. but I do what I can, even if it is a goal of the day, to be pleasant and welcoming to all I meet. So like Mr. Presto-SWEET-not-SOUR.

BETTY (easy to do) BOOP

p. s. try it~ ~~~ I just discovered this little swingle~~~~~~~~~~ cute?

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DREARY DAY

Windy, cloudy, rain expected, and a feeling of heavy sadness hangs over. I hope the sun will peek out this morning at the perfect time. Could happen. When our plans are made clear, that they are not God's plan, we realize how small Man really is and how great is God's plan. Let us celebrate and be still and know that you are God. I try to live that way, sometimes it is hard. 

On a lighter note. I am using Mr. Presto and I am making friends with him. After all, we were friends in the distant past.  He is a pretty good old fellow and is making tasty coffee now. Kind of getting with the program, I think. Oh, just to keep you up to speed, I got a haircut yesterday. Now I am the image of the today's Rocker. Too short and sticks up in the wrong places. Kind of like the rest of me. Oh well, some of the girl rockers are kind of cute. I will go for that. After all it may grow a little.

BETTY (MAYBE) BOOP

p. s. eventually!!

d

windy 

BROKEN HEARTS

 In Psalms 30, verse 5. the second part:" Tears may flow in the night, but joy comes in the morning." That verse has meant many things to me from the first time I read it long ago. Today it is about a sweet one, who got her "wings" yesterday. She fought a hard battle, but with dignity, strength and always hope. She was truly a trooper. Rest in Peace sweet lady. 

BETTY (am very sad this morning.)

p. s. I am assured she is in the presence of God.   

44 on Balcony

Braved it. With my first time this Season to wear my warm and wooly robe my sweet Niece Karen gave me last season. It really felt good this morning, as I sipped my coffee made in Mr. Presto. He might be just too much trouble after all. He has so many parts to wash. He was made in the 50's when I guess with lack of Teknowledgy and maybe they wanted to impress. The more the better. Now the less and quick is better. Everything seems to be going that way. Can't help to wonder if we are missing something important? Who am I to question?

Observed many, many Canada Geese this morning, on my side of Lake in front of my Balcony. Several gaggles were having a meeting. Finished, they lifted in gaggles to the sound of their leader and took off, in each group with much-to-do. With their necks stretched long and high, they listened for the command of their leader. And away they lift, trying to see who can make the most noise. What a sight for humans to observe. Am glad I saw it this morning. Needed to know there is order in this old world and I know who is in charge. Do you?

BETTY (THINKING DEEP THIS MORNING) BOOP

p. s. slip deep sometime.

THOSE OR THEM??

I am talking of GRITS this morning. Southern girl, and not too bright, I don't really know what is proper sometime. But being a Southerner, does it matter? I had grits in the Cyber. Don't keep them in my pantry anymore, when I can get an occasional cup in the Cyber in the cute little restaurant bowls of olden days. My Daddy used to bring left pieces of dishes from Restaurant's where he installed fixtures that he crafted from his work as a Cabinet Maker. He was good at his work. Those little bowls were priceless, since you could not buy restaurant crockery in those days. They served soup. and gravy and sauces in them--still do, I guess. I don't know how to address "grits". Do you say-them, those or what? My head is spinning--just give me some grits in a little crockery white bowl, hot with plenty of butter, and I will settle down and shut up. 

BETTY(it is still early) BOOP

p. s. just a lill' ole' southern girl!!
 

FROM COFFEE TO HOT TEA?

I am sad to say, Miss Gevia has retired. I tried to please her. Special praise, new boyfriend, much coddling, but to no avail. She really went out with flare. So dramatic. So, I resorted to Mr. Presto. Glad I saved him over the years. We bought him from the new Presto plant sometime in the 50's. Makes the hottest coffee ever. Cleaned him up and filled him with Kroger Breakfast Blend and he chuckled and sang and took off perking like he had never paused for so long. He is fast. Now he sits in the honored place, ready for service. Welcome Mr. Presto. Goodby Miss Gevia. You were trouble while you lasted, but my you are "cute! "You gave me material to write about.

Rain today and a "cold" front moves in. I like these changes in the seasons. They can be dramatic and unpredictable. (kind of like me.) 

Oh, I am sad with the loss of cute and sweet Leslie Jordan. My boys gave me his last album COMPANY COMMIN'. So good. Such a loss.

BETTY (off to a rocky start) BOOP

p. s. Mr. Presto helped.